Outside, the storm is playing.
Lightning runs through the sky
distant thunder calling
more clouds joining... shy.
On the wings of the wind;
leaves are riding;
trees bending, hiding.
The stranger is sleeping...
unaware of the turmoil outside.
Eyes closed;
shallow breathing;
heart barely beating.
Silence abides...
Is this love dying...
or is it just me?
Without you, there is no... "we."
Outside, nature softly starts... weeping.
posted by gary @ 5:18 PM
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